Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mozambique and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Pole,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
The Stooges,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Alton Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick May,
Deepchord,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
Brand Nubian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Sex Pistols,
Sparks,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
The Searchers,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
Duran Duran,
Jandek,
Bluetip,
The Doors,
John Lydon,
Matthew Bourne,
Cluster,
Q65,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brothers Johnson,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
Accadde A,
Liliput,
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Niagra,
Suicide,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.